[ Lord brother — the head of the house, then, forced to keep up the appearance that nothing's wrong.

Geralt nods, voice low, but conversational: ]

Be relying on you, then, and I might need more than you think. Letter mentioned discretion — I'll do what I can, but I'll need to examine the location of every murder, and any notes your brother might have kept on what was found at the time. Also need your assurance that I have unrestricted access to the house — shouldn't need to see your quarters or your brother's, but crawlspaces, tunnels, cellars, locked rooms...

[ He turns over his palm. ]

All places something might come from at night.